The hitchhikers on the road between Shieldaig and Applecross are a bit rough…
For ‘ghost of the wind’ who loves the cuddly cattle, here’s a close up for you. The intrepid photographer got in the field with them and was greeted by considerable curiosity. The other image is of Buchaille, beautiful even on this overcast day. For those that may be heading to Skye, he recommends “Creelers’ in Broadford for the seafood gumbo. He’s going to Staffin Beach today as the winds up and the surf’s fine!
(All images courtesy of Frank Heumann, click on link for more.)
I’m on a Skye binge these days and I blame Frank Heumann, on holiday on Skye right now, the lucky sod! We can forgive him because he keeps taking these heart breaking, beautiful images and shares them on Facebook. If you want to see all of his collection, click on the link provided. In the meantime, you are looking at the Trotternish Ridge and a very beautifully framed Quirang. Last but by no means least are the Highland Cows, first registered as a breed in 1884 and therefore, the oldest registered breed. Their thick, shaggy coat, so perfect for Highland Scottish weather, allows them to repel snow and rain. They are not known for being picky eaters and will graze on grass that other cattle passes by.
For all of you with weary eyes, just feast your tired eyes on this; a slate grey sky, the single track road that seems so enticing, beckoning you to go a little further. The yellow broom at the side of the road is spiky and scented of coconut and if you look, nearby you’ll find heather, wild (mountain) thyme, wild sage and ground so damp you’ll wonder if it ever dries out. Who needs a rainbow or a pot of gold at the end of it when you’ve got a sky like that and a journey with gold wherever you look.
Those Highland cows look like they belong to that field dotted with bog cotton and of course they do. I’m told they’re very curious and never to be underestimated, more than one has suffered on the receiving end of their sharp horns.
For Mings, who I know will appreciate this, some seaweed washed onto a sandy bay, a bay for quiet thoughts and time enough. This is Talisker Bay, not far from where the beloved whisky is made, uisge beatha, literally ‘the water of life.’
(All credit for photos goes to Frank Heumann, click on link to view more)
